Despite everything, Liam's mouth twitched upward. "Life has a twisted sense of humour."
"That's one way to put it." I sank back into my chair, suddenly exhausted. "So what exactly are you proposing? That I move into the pack house and let you four turn me into some kind of warrior princess before the Northern Alliance shows up?"
"Essentially, yes," Alpha Maxwell confirmed.
“So I’m guessing my things are already here, or the little I do own,” I stated.
Alpha Maxwell's expression shifted slightly, not quite embarrassment, but close. "Your belongings are being moved as we speak, yes."
I should have been angry about the presumption, but honestly, I was too emotionally drained to muster much outrage. "Of course they are."
"It's for your safety," Liam said quickly, as if that made the high
